He could not trust himself to speak.
Captain Blood tucked his left arm through the Deputy-Governor's
proffered right. Then he thrust his own right hand with its pistol
back into the breast of his doublet.
"Though invisible, it's aiming at ye none the less, and I give you
my word of honour that I'll shoot ye dead upon the very least
provocation, whether that provocation is yours or another's. Ye'll
bear that in mind, Lord Julian. And now, ye greasy hangman, step
out as brisk and lively as ye can, and behave as naturally as ye
may, or it's the black stream of Cocytus ye'll be contemplating."
Arm in arm they passed through the house, and down the garden, where
Arabella lingered, awaiting Peter Blood's return.
Consideration of his parting words had brought her first turmoil of
mind, then a clear perception of what might be indeed the truth of
the death of Levasseur. She perceived that the particular
inference drawn from it might similarly have been drawn from Blood's
deliverance of Mary Traill. When a man so risks his life for a
woman, the rest is easily assumed.
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